Sports Illustrated v Victoria's Secret
The Start of Summer Pool Party
A Dirty Storyteller Tale
Chapter I
The Grand Entrance
"All right, well I think I have everything I need. Welcome to the Sports Illustrated team," spoke the agent cheerily as she reached out and shook Jenna's hand. Jenna smiled, seeing her test photos in a multitude of swimsuits spread out across the agent's table. There were four there total when she had arrived, but after she was notified of their decision to feature her in this year's edition, three of them had already left. Jenna smiled, her peach lipstick accentuating her olive skin as she let down her hair, it's curled black strands falling to the back of her shoulders.
Jenna took her files, compiling her things and then walking out. The decision room was a no communication zone, she had been required to turn in her phone before entering. A large, burly security guard was waiting for her with a sealed black bag. Jenna took it, undoing the seal and removing her phone from inside. Turning it on, Jenna walked quickly, a small pep in her step as she smiled on her way out of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit offices.
The sun beamed on her tan face as she felt its warmth heading outside. She grabbed her small purse, fumbling for her keys inside. She felt a slender finger tap on her shoulder. Jenna turned around to see a tall woman, at least six inches taller than her, smiling.
"So how did it go in there?" said the woman. She had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes as she smiled. "I'm guessing...tryouts week?"
"You're right," replied Jenna with a smile. "Got in, I'm a rookie this year."
"Oh...I remember my rookie year, those tiny swimsuits they make you wear, all the sexual stuff that goes on, it's so arousing," said the woman before thrusting her hand toward Jenna. "I'm Brooklyn, Brooklyn Decker." Jenna immediately recognized the name. Pretty much every aspiring model had grown up admiring the legendary beauty of Brooklyn. Jenna smiled at her, shaking hands.
"It's so great to meet you! I've seen all of your shoots, especially when you were with the mag!" Jenna said excitedly, almost too excitedly.
Turn it down, don't seem weird
, she told herself. Brooklyn laughed, smiling wide as she walked with Jenna down toward her small blue car.
"So do you know about the party yet?" asked Brooklyn.
"N...no. What party?" returned Jenna, wondering all about it.
"Well, every year, all the girls get together and we throw a massive party at this giant mansion down in the Hollywood hills. Both the veterans and the new girls. It's a giant party that runs almost twenty four hours." Brooklyn smiled as she talked about it. Jenna was perplexed. She had just gotten the job, and now she was headed to a massive party, Filled with all the models she'd watched for years. She couldn't believe what she had gone through in just the span of a couple hours.
"Oh my gosh that sounds like so much fun, I'm in," Jenna finally said as Brooklyn waited on a response.
"Good. Here's the invite with the address on it. Starts at 7, but arrive any time before midnight and you're good. And a few notes, no cameras, no recording of any kind unless it's declared okay by our social media team. Things can get...intense during the party." Brooklyn handed her a white card, on it was nothing but an address and a QR code. Jenna smiled as she took it and got into her car.
The whole drive home seemed like a blur as she drove along the freeway toward her small apartment. She saw a quick glimpse in the backseat of the multitude of bikinis she had already worn for the test shoots. Maybe one of those she should wear to the party? Underneath her dress, of course. She walked into the small studio she had rented when she'd gotten to L.A., basically all she could afford on the budget she'd had when she got here. Had it not been for her boss recommending the SI job, she'd probably still be a waitress.
Jenna jumped in the shower, washing herself off completely as she dried, wrapping a small white towel around her skinny body. An hour later, four different dresses all laid across her futon, with Jenna standing there in only a white string thong bikini staring at them. She hated being so indecisive sometimes. She looked at the time, it was already six so she had an hour to pick something then get there. Definitely did not want to be late on her first time meeting all of the models. She decided on a tight green dress, snuggly fitting around her body and down to just under her thighs. She danced around a little making sure she still had full function in it, then went back to the bathroom. Jenna straightened her hair, trying out several different styles before deciding to just leave her hair down. If there was a pool she didn't want it to mess up her hair.
"You've got this, Jen." she said to herself in the mirror as she grabbed a matching green purse and headed out the door, down to the parking garage. It took her a while to get through the L.A. traffic into the gated area where she was supposed to drive to. The guard at the entrance stopped her.
"ID please," said the guard. Jenna obliged, confused at the amount of security she saw in the area.
"Is there a problem?" asked Jenna.
"This housing community is home to a ton of actors and other stars. Lots of people try to sneak in here. And I don't see your name registered so I'll have to ask you to turn around."
"I was invited, Brooklyn Decker gave me this card this afternoon." Jenna handed the card to him, he looked and snickered a bit.
"Oh so you're part of that group," the guard laughed as he handed her the card. "Enjoy the party tonight, I'm kind of jealous."
Jenna smiled as he returned to his booth, opening the large gate and Jenna drove inside. It was clear which one was the party because there was already at least 10 cars parked on the giant circle drive, and at least four different limos that she noticed. Jenna looked in awe as she checked the card. The last thing she wanted to do was knock on the wrong door. She noticed two more security guards keeping watch at both ends of the house and one more in the street. They were really trying to keep reporters out.
A small tingle went through her chest, a slight nervousness that made Jenna double think. What if this wasn't what she thought it was going to be? What if it was some massive hazing effort like a sorority initiation? She shook her head and cleared her thoughts, ringing the doorbell. It swung open and a security guard came out.
"Badge." said the new guard, seriousness in his voice. Music was already heard in the hallway but the guard was blocking all view. Jenna gulped, he wouldn't give her another chance. She took the card and handed it to him. He glared at her, quickly grabbing it and scanning the code with a handheld device. After a couple seconds Jenna saw the green light pop on and he nodded. "Welcome to heaven." he said as he moved to the side, letting Jenna in.
The hallway looked normal, like any household entrance would. It was just much bigger, with a wooden floor and a long winding staircase leading up to the second floor. Jenna looked around in amazement as she watched the chandelier. It sparkled and reverberated to the music as she walked down the hallway toward the booming bass, her heels clacking against the floorboards. She entered a kitchen, with only one person there. A man, he was shirtless with an extremely tight pair of shorts on. Jenna had to bite her lip when she saw him, he was absolutely ripped and muscular head to toe, the shorts so tight she could already see a massive bulge. On the counter he had a giant bottle of champagne, pouring into several flutes served on a tray.
